After The Flood (Chris Jonat)
After the flood
When the world is of mud
And we send out the dove
And it doesn't return
Do you think then
All the king's men
Will start over again
Is that when we'll learn
First was the word
Which became flesh
That's only the beginning
I can't remember the rest
It seems I'm always forgetting
First was the fall
Bought by the death
Glory stands waiting
With baited breath
I'm always missing my mark